WEEK THREE
[Fade in from black. The sounds of "Furious Angels" by Rob Dougan cue up as a video montage of Philadelphia, PA is played. Shots roll through of various sights throughout the city, eventually settling upon the Wacovia Center, the camera giving us an aerial view of the arena. ]
V/O: The field has been narrowed, the battlelines have been drawn. Now, eight men will square off
[Just as the voice over finishes, the screen goes to black and "Clubbed to Death" dies out. "Imperial March (Rage Against The Machine Remix) cues up. Several clips are played through, visual effects of gray smoke surrounding them.
Cut to: Christian Sands hitting the Sand Blaster on an unknown opponent.
Cut to: Karl Brown nailing someone with The Dragon's Bite ddt.
Cut to: Jonathan Marx slapping an intense STF on an unknown individual.
Cut to: Adam Benjamin knocking the absolute bejesus out of an opponent with a shining wizard.
Cut to: The Crimson Calling destroying their opponent with a Crimson Crasher.
Cut to: Beast delivering a high impact Tiger Driver '91 to an unnamed man.
Cut to: Dan Ryan, an evil grin on his face, stomping his massive frame towards the camera.
INTRODUCTION
[The shot fades to the inside of the Wacovia Center, where thousands of Empire Pro fans have gathered to watch their favorite superstars compete. The Empire Theme continues to play as pyro ignites, flying out of the entrance way and ramp, shooting off into the rafters. Signs are held up in the audience… some reading “F*CK MARX”, “We’re going to miss you Rob”, “Rocko Daymon 24:7”, “MAELSTROM WILL EAT YOU”, “BEAST IS MY DAD”, and many, many more. The shot cuts to a view of Dave Thomas and Mike Neely, both wearing their traditional Empire polo shirts, adjusting their headsets. Neely makes faces at the camera while Thomas talks…]
DT: Folks… it is DEAFENING in here!!! You’d have to be here to believe it… but Philadelphia is on FIRE tonight! They’ve gotta’ be just as psyched as we are, Mike!
MN: [Startled, stopping his faces] Ahem… yes Dave, I think it’s safe to say our lineup is pretty stacked tonight!
DT: Which match are you looking forward to the most, Mike?
MN: You know, there’s so many to choose from…. I really don’t know…
DT: Mike, you don’t even know the card, do you? Were you out drinking last night?
MN: Last night??? NO! What do you think I am, Thomas?!? You don’t drink the night before a show….
DT: Are you drunk right now?
MN: {hiccups] NO. Let’s go!
DT: Right. So anyways folks, we’ve got some great matches for you tonight, including FOUR…. Yes that’s right I said FOUR World Title Tournament bouts!!
MN: Oh yeah… oh yeah… I remember now. Maelstrom vs. Daymon… ROCK!
DT: Very good, Mike… I think that’s definitely one that’s getting everyone’s attention around here! But don’t forget we’ve got Beast vs. Douglas, Rob Sampson vs. Suicide, and Karl Brown vs. Christian Sands as well!!!
MN: Damn man… you serious??
[Mike looks at Thomas questioningly.]
DT: Sure am! And not only are we going to see those three matchups, but we’ll see two DEBUT tag matches as well! John Doe and Spaz will be taking on Culpa and the Stalker in our first bout of the evening, and the second will feature Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz up against Tyrone Walker and Cliff Young!
MN: Hell yeah! Newbie action!
DT: They’re not new to the sport, Mike… just Empire.
MN: Right. That’s what I meant… goofball.
DT: And another much talked about match featured on this evening’s card HAS to be the triple threat match for a shot at the IC Title at Black Dawn. The winner secures himself a position not ONLY on Empire’s first PPV, but he also shoots for gold!
MN: Big money hustlin’, babay….
DT: Mike, maybe you should just be quiet for a little bit man.
MN: Sho’ nuff.
DT: Anyways ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been instructed to inform the public about a very serious matter which has come to the attention of several fans lately. The rumors are true… Jonathan Marx was indeed released earlier this week, due to a dispute with management, namely Mr. Freeman. Nobody knows what the exact reason was, but Freeman has gone on record as saying “it was unfortunate that Mr. Marx and I had a dispute, and that now Jonathan is no longer on our active roster. Mr. Marx was an incredible talent, and I wish him the best of luck in any future endeavors.”
MN: What? Marx is gone??
DT: Where have you been Mike?
MN: Hooters.
DT: So that’s what you did before you came to the show?
MN: No… look… second row. Check out the rack on that…
DT: That’s enough of that! Needless to say folks, Mr. Marx will not be competing tonight, and the fatal four way that was supposed to occur has become a triple threat match. The first man to score a pinfall wins… advancing to Black Dawn.
[Thomas holds his headset, and acts shocked as if receiving surprising news.]
DT: Well folks, wait just one minute… I’m being informed that the triple threat match… is now a SINGLES match! Apparently, Tommy Mayhem was INJURED last week at the hands of Suicide with that WICKED burning hammer!
MN: Wait… I thought it was a fatal four way?
DT: No… Mike… it’s a singles match now.
MN: Whatever…
DT: Well folks… let’s go back to last week….
[The screen splits in half, revealing a replay of Suicide’s burning hammer on Tommy Mayhem. The fans in Philadelphia “ooooohhhh” as the video runs through on the Empiratron. The shot then goes back to a full screen of Dave and Mike.]
DT: You can see clearly right there that Mayhem felt the full impact of that move…
MN: I still bet my headache is bigger….
DT: Don’t drink and drive kids…. ANYWAYS… it looks like Adam Benjamin is squaring off against only ONE competitor tonight… and that’s Mike Diamond!
A NEWCOMER
MN: Hold… let’s go… to the back.
DT: Are you going to be sick man?
MN: I’m cool… I just heard there’s somethin’ goin’ on back there…
[Cut To: The rear parking lot. The lot is full of various trucks, cars, buses, etc. From off camera comes a mysterious black male. This man is dressed fairly decent. His Joe Namath throwback, baggy dark blue jeans, and burgundy Timberland boots all comment each other nicely. This man has freshly braided blond cornrows. The man seems to know where he is going. The man walks up to the door of the building, as he enters the doorway he is met with an Empire Pro Interviewer.]
Interviewer: Hey, you used to be Michael Gettis right.
Man: (with a half grin) Still Am...
Interviewer: The last time the world saw you, you got outright beat down by the massive arms of the one known as GUNS in a CSWA Greensboro Title mat--
[Michael's whole demeanor changed instantly. He is obviously not happy with the subject. He cuts the Interviewer off before he could finish.]
Michael: I ain't really feelin' that subject man, next question.
Interviewer: All right, have you signed an Empire Pro contract?
Michael: Anything's possible dog...anything.
Interviewer: What's that supposed to mean?
Michael: Look, I'm just here to see an old homey of mine, plain and simple.
Interviewer: well, everyone will just have to watch and see if the man who goes by the name of 'Big Time' Michael Gettis will be joining the ranks of Empire Pro.
[The seen cuts away as Michael stares into the camera with a somewhat cocky facial expression.]
WARM WELCOME
[Cut to another backstage area. A steel door, marked with "K-9" on a short strip of gray duct tape. A hand moves in the view of the camera pulling the door open. Jake Goldstien moves into view in a sleek black suit jacket and slacks. His blue pin striped dress shirt is accented by his pale blue tie, and gold "JG" cuff links and tie clip.
The room is a small one. Poor lighting, a small bench, and a few chairs. Kevin Watson sits on the bench, his elbows resting on his knees and face in hands. His hands are taped from the knuckles to mid for arm. His tattered leather jacket lays on the bench next to him. His black shirt dawns a green "CIRCA" logo. His pants appear to have at one time been jeans that have been cut into shorts. His loosely laced black boots appear to be old and worn. The once gloss black has faded to a dull flat black. A set of knee and elbow pads lay on the floor close to his feet. He lifts his head, and swings his long knotty hair from his face and looks toward Jake.]
Jake: Here the clippers you asked for.
[Jake hands Kevin the clippers and turns back toward the door on his way back out.]
Jake: I'll catch up with you after the match. I've got to go make sure everything is set up for entrance, and all the little stuff...
[Kevin hardly acknowledges Jake as he exits the room. The door swings shut again and the room grows darker. Kevin removes the clippers from their box and moves to the far wall. He kneels down on his knees, plugging the clippers into a near outlet. He turns them on, and throws his hair back out of his face one last time. He starts at his brow and makes the first stroke with clippers.
He mumbles low to himself, barely loud enough for the audio to pick up]
Kevin: ...I'll show them ... all of them. Starting all over from scratch ... a new man.
[The camera fades back to Dave and Mike while Kevin continues to shave the thick knots from his head.]
DT: Well, that was bizarre.
MN: Yeah, since when has he been the poster boy for sanity!
DT: Well folks, after a brief commercial break, we’ve got a… check this.. QUADRUPLE debut match…
MN: And it’s only the first of TWO!!! WHOOOOO!!!!!
DT: Excited are we?
MN: I don’t know about you Dave… but man… I’m freakin’ rocked!
DT: We’ll be right back with action from EMPIRE PRO!!!
[Cut to commercials for FWI Magazine, A promo for the N.E.W. wrestling promotion, and several other product spots. Cut back to Dave and Mike.]
KEVIN “K-9” WATSON AND DEREK STOLTZ VS. “YOUNGBLOOD” CLIFF YOUNG AND TYRONE WALKER
Dave Thomas: We're back and bringing you tag team action.
Mike Neely: And on top of that a debut for all of the participants.
Dave Thomas: Yes so I doubt we can expect much in the way of a scientific formula tag team contest.
Mike Neely: Of course lack of experience can lead to frustration, or an intesity you won't see in more established stars.
Dave Thomas: Very true.
MN: And I've heard a rumor that someone in this match is a dog or something?
DT: No, I believe that would be Kevin "K9" Watson. Who when I saw him in the back appeared to be all human.
MN: Now would the K9 refer to him having the ferocity of an attack dog, or the intelligence of one?
DT: The former, I would have to assume. The scouts report that he is a fierce competitor.
MN: I see.
DT: And by that logic "Youngblood" Cliff Young would be a newborn.
MN: No, he would simply be a person creating a persona based off of a last name that is also an everyday word. It should be glaringly obvious, even to you.
DT: Before this degenerates further, lets get to the match. Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz are ready to take on Tyrone Walker and Cliff Young in a match that could establish a new star here in EPW.
["Long Way Home" by Supertramp cues up as Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz make their way to the ring, Stoltz with his bottle of water which is tossed to a fan, and Watson carrying himself with a certain brash swagger.]
[Black Label Society's "We Live No More" cues up as Cliff Young and Jesse White make their way down to the ring, with Tyrone Walker coming from behind the curtain behind them.]
DT: Cliff Young and Derek Stoltz start things off, circling each other. Stoltz comes in quick trying to get in a forearm, but Young blocks and responds with a right hook, then takes him over with a belly to belly suplex. Stoltz kips up, only to be hit by a kick to the throat from Young, and Young drags Stoltz back to his corner and makes the tag to Walker.
MN: Some decent tag strategy being exhibited by the newcomers.
DT: Walker enters and delivers some heavy elbow smashes to the back of Stoltz's skull then sends him into the ropes and goes for a lariat, but Stoltz ducks, and takes Walker down with a quick spear! He then quickly makes a diving tag to Watson.
MN: And after the brief beating he took, he might as well let the freshman in, even this early in the bout.
DT: Walker gets back to his feet as Watson enters the ring, and Walker gets nailed with the Standing side kick! Watson hooks Walker for a German suplex, but Walker manages to land on his feet, then grabs Watson from behind and nails him with the bulldog!
MN: Some agility from Walker there.
DT: Walker in control again and slows the pace down driving elbows into the skull of K9, and then driving the knee right into his face, and Watson goes down in a heap.
MN: That's going to leave a bloody nose... and he wasn't even a picker.
DT: And these hard stomps won't make it any better.
MN: First Stoltz, now Watson in trouble.
DT: Walker sets for the suplex, but Watson counters and nails walker with a brain buster! Quick cover, 1, and Walker is up at two.
MN: Good move to try for an early pin while he was stunned.
DT: Watson turns his bag to tag out, and gets rolled up by Walker, but Watson rolls that over, and Walker has to kick out again. Both men get to their feet and Watson tries to keep the advantage with a big haymaker, but Walker ducks and then nails a drop kick to the knee of Watson, and then makes the tag.
MN: Again keeping the fresh man in, and Young applying the ankle lock to keep Watson grounded, and wear down that knee that just got nailed with the dropkick.
[Fade in from black. The sounds of "Furious Angels" by Rob Dougan cue up as a video montage of Philadelphia, PA is played. Shots roll through of various sights throughout the city, eventually settling upon the Wacovia Center, the camera giving us an aerial view of the arena. ]
V/O: The field has been narrowed, the battlelines have been drawn. Now, eight men will square off
[Just as the voice over finishes, the screen goes to black and "Clubbed to Death" dies out. "Imperial March (Rage Against The Machine Remix) cues up. Several clips are played through, visual effects of gray smoke surrounding them.
Cut to: Christian Sands hitting the Sand Blaster on an unknown opponent.
Cut to: Karl Brown nailing someone with The Dragon's Bite ddt.
Cut to: Jonathan Marx slapping an intense STF on an unknown individual.
Cut to: Adam Benjamin knocking the absolute bejesus out of an opponent with a shining wizard.
Cut to: The Crimson Calling destroying their opponent with a Crimson Crasher.
Cut to: Beast delivering a high impact Tiger Driver '91 to an unnamed man.
Cut to: Dan Ryan, an evil grin on his face, stomping his massive frame towards the camera.
INTRODUCTION
[The shot fades to the inside of the Wacovia Center, where thousands of Empire Pro fans have gathered to watch their favorite superstars compete. The Empire Theme continues to play as pyro ignites, flying out of the entrance way and ramp, shooting off into the rafters. Signs are held up in the audience… some reading “F*CK MARX”, “We’re going to miss you Rob”, “Rocko Daymon 24:7”, “MAELSTROM WILL EAT YOU”, “BEAST IS MY DAD”, and many, many more. The shot cuts to a view of Dave Thomas and Mike Neely, both wearing their traditional Empire polo shirts, adjusting their headsets. Neely makes faces at the camera while Thomas talks…]
DT: Folks… it is DEAFENING in here!!! You’d have to be here to believe it… but Philadelphia is on FIRE tonight! They’ve gotta’ be just as psyched as we are, Mike!
MN: [Startled, stopping his faces] Ahem… yes Dave, I think it’s safe to say our lineup is pretty stacked tonight!
DT: Which match are you looking forward to the most, Mike?
MN: You know, there’s so many to choose from…. I really don’t know…
DT: Mike, you don’t even know the card, do you? Were you out drinking last night?
MN: Last night??? NO! What do you think I am, Thomas?!? You don’t drink the night before a show….
DT: Are you drunk right now?
MN: {hiccups] NO. Let’s go!
DT: Right. So anyways folks, we’ve got some great matches for you tonight, including FOUR…. Yes that’s right I said FOUR World Title Tournament bouts!!
MN: Oh yeah… oh yeah… I remember now. Maelstrom vs. Daymon… ROCK!
DT: Very good, Mike… I think that’s definitely one that’s getting everyone’s attention around here! But don’t forget we’ve got Beast vs. Douglas, Rob Sampson vs. Suicide, and Karl Brown vs. Christian Sands as well!!!
MN: Damn man… you serious??
[Mike looks at Thomas questioningly.]
DT: Sure am! And not only are we going to see those three matchups, but we’ll see two DEBUT tag matches as well! John Doe and Spaz will be taking on Culpa and the Stalker in our first bout of the evening, and the second will feature Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz up against Tyrone Walker and Cliff Young!
MN: Hell yeah! Newbie action!
DT: They’re not new to the sport, Mike… just Empire.
MN: Right. That’s what I meant… goofball.
DT: And another much talked about match featured on this evening’s card HAS to be the triple threat match for a shot at the IC Title at Black Dawn. The winner secures himself a position not ONLY on Empire’s first PPV, but he also shoots for gold!
MN: Big money hustlin’, babay….
DT: Mike, maybe you should just be quiet for a little bit man.
MN: Sho’ nuff.
DT: Anyways ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been instructed to inform the public about a very serious matter which has come to the attention of several fans lately. The rumors are true… Jonathan Marx was indeed released earlier this week, due to a dispute with management, namely Mr. Freeman. Nobody knows what the exact reason was, but Freeman has gone on record as saying “it was unfortunate that Mr. Marx and I had a dispute, and that now Jonathan is no longer on our active roster. Mr. Marx was an incredible talent, and I wish him the best of luck in any future endeavors.”
MN: What? Marx is gone??
DT: Where have you been Mike?
MN: Hooters.
DT: So that’s what you did before you came to the show?
MN: No… look… second row. Check out the rack on that…
DT: That’s enough of that! Needless to say folks, Mr. Marx will not be competing tonight, and the fatal four way that was supposed to occur has become a triple threat match. The first man to score a pinfall wins… advancing to Black Dawn.
[Thomas holds his headset, and acts shocked as if receiving surprising news.]
DT: Well folks, wait just one minute… I’m being informed that the triple threat match… is now a SINGLES match! Apparently, Tommy Mayhem was INJURED last week at the hands of Suicide with that WICKED burning hammer!
MN: Wait… I thought it was a fatal four way?
DT: No… Mike… it’s a singles match now.
MN: Whatever…
DT: Well folks… let’s go back to last week….
[The screen splits in half, revealing a replay of Suicide’s burning hammer on Tommy Mayhem. The fans in Philadelphia “ooooohhhh” as the video runs through on the Empiratron. The shot then goes back to a full screen of Dave and Mike.]
DT: You can see clearly right there that Mayhem felt the full impact of that move…
MN: I still bet my headache is bigger….
DT: Don’t drink and drive kids…. ANYWAYS… it looks like Adam Benjamin is squaring off against only ONE competitor tonight… and that’s Mike Diamond!
A NEWCOMER
MN: Hold… let’s go… to the back.
DT: Are you going to be sick man?
MN: I’m cool… I just heard there’s somethin’ goin’ on back there…
[Cut To: The rear parking lot. The lot is full of various trucks, cars, buses, etc. From off camera comes a mysterious black male. This man is dressed fairly decent. His Joe Namath throwback, baggy dark blue jeans, and burgundy Timberland boots all comment each other nicely. This man has freshly braided blond cornrows. The man seems to know where he is going. The man walks up to the door of the building, as he enters the doorway he is met with an Empire Pro Interviewer.]
Interviewer: Hey, you used to be Michael Gettis right.
Man: (with a half grin) Still Am...
Interviewer: The last time the world saw you, you got outright beat down by the massive arms of the one known as GUNS in a CSWA Greensboro Title mat--
[Michael's whole demeanor changed instantly. He is obviously not happy with the subject. He cuts the Interviewer off before he could finish.]
Michael: I ain't really feelin' that subject man, next question.
Interviewer: All right, have you signed an Empire Pro contract?
Michael: Anything's possible dog...anything.
Interviewer: What's that supposed to mean?
Michael: Look, I'm just here to see an old homey of mine, plain and simple.
Interviewer: well, everyone will just have to watch and see if the man who goes by the name of 'Big Time' Michael Gettis will be joining the ranks of Empire Pro.
[The seen cuts away as Michael stares into the camera with a somewhat cocky facial expression.]
WARM WELCOME
[Cut to another backstage area. A steel door, marked with "K-9" on a short strip of gray duct tape. A hand moves in the view of the camera pulling the door open. Jake Goldstien moves into view in a sleek black suit jacket and slacks. His blue pin striped dress shirt is accented by his pale blue tie, and gold "JG" cuff links and tie clip.
The room is a small one. Poor lighting, a small bench, and a few chairs. Kevin Watson sits on the bench, his elbows resting on his knees and face in hands. His hands are taped from the knuckles to mid for arm. His tattered leather jacket lays on the bench next to him. His black shirt dawns a green "CIRCA" logo. His pants appear to have at one time been jeans that have been cut into shorts. His loosely laced black boots appear to be old and worn. The once gloss black has faded to a dull flat black. A set of knee and elbow pads lay on the floor close to his feet. He lifts his head, and swings his long knotty hair from his face and looks toward Jake.]
Jake: Here the clippers you asked for.
[Jake hands Kevin the clippers and turns back toward the door on his way back out.]
Jake: I'll catch up with you after the match. I've got to go make sure everything is set up for entrance, and all the little stuff...
[Kevin hardly acknowledges Jake as he exits the room. The door swings shut again and the room grows darker. Kevin removes the clippers from their box and moves to the far wall. He kneels down on his knees, plugging the clippers into a near outlet. He turns them on, and throws his hair back out of his face one last time. He starts at his brow and makes the first stroke with clippers.
He mumbles low to himself, barely loud enough for the audio to pick up]
Kevin: ...I'll show them ... all of them. Starting all over from scratch ... a new man.
[The camera fades back to Dave and Mike while Kevin continues to shave the thick knots from his head.]
DT: Well, that was bizarre.
MN: Yeah, since when has he been the poster boy for sanity!
DT: Well folks, after a brief commercial break, we’ve got a… check this.. QUADRUPLE debut match…
MN: And it’s only the first of TWO!!! WHOOOOO!!!!!
DT: Excited are we?
MN: I don’t know about you Dave… but man… I’m freakin’ rocked!
DT: We’ll be right back with action from EMPIRE PRO!!!
[Cut to commercials for FWI Magazine, A promo for the N.E.W. wrestling promotion, and several other product spots. Cut back to Dave and Mike.]
KEVIN “K-9” WATSON AND DEREK STOLTZ VS. “YOUNGBLOOD” CLIFF YOUNG AND TYRONE WALKER
Dave Thomas: We're back and bringing you tag team action.
Mike Neely: And on top of that a debut for all of the participants.
Dave Thomas: Yes so I doubt we can expect much in the way of a scientific formula tag team contest.
Mike Neely: Of course lack of experience can lead to frustration, or an intesity you won't see in more established stars.
Dave Thomas: Very true.
MN: And I've heard a rumor that someone in this match is a dog or something?
DT: No, I believe that would be Kevin "K9" Watson. Who when I saw him in the back appeared to be all human.
MN: Now would the K9 refer to him having the ferocity of an attack dog, or the intelligence of one?
DT: The former, I would have to assume. The scouts report that he is a fierce competitor.
MN: I see.
DT: And by that logic "Youngblood" Cliff Young would be a newborn.
MN: No, he would simply be a person creating a persona based off of a last name that is also an everyday word. It should be glaringly obvious, even to you.
DT: Before this degenerates further, lets get to the match. Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz are ready to take on Tyrone Walker and Cliff Young in a match that could establish a new star here in EPW.
["Long Way Home" by Supertramp cues up as Kevin Watson and Derek Stoltz make their way to the ring, Stoltz with his bottle of water which is tossed to a fan, and Watson carrying himself with a certain brash swagger.]
[Black Label Society's "We Live No More" cues up as Cliff Young and Jesse White make their way down to the ring, with Tyrone Walker coming from behind the curtain behind them.]
DT: Cliff Young and Derek Stoltz start things off, circling each other. Stoltz comes in quick trying to get in a forearm, but Young blocks and responds with a right hook, then takes him over with a belly to belly suplex. Stoltz kips up, only to be hit by a kick to the throat from Young, and Young drags Stoltz back to his corner and makes the tag to Walker.
MN: Some decent tag strategy being exhibited by the newcomers.
DT: Walker enters and delivers some heavy elbow smashes to the back of Stoltz's skull then sends him into the ropes and goes for a lariat, but Stoltz ducks, and takes Walker down with a quick spear! He then quickly makes a diving tag to Watson.
MN: And after the brief beating he took, he might as well let the freshman in, even this early in the bout.
DT: Walker gets back to his feet as Watson enters the ring, and Walker gets nailed with the Standing side kick! Watson hooks Walker for a German suplex, but Walker manages to land on his feet, then grabs Watson from behind and nails him with the bulldog!
MN: Some agility from Walker there.
DT: Walker in control again and slows the pace down driving elbows into the skull of K9, and then driving the knee right into his face, and Watson goes down in a heap.
MN: That's going to leave a bloody nose... and he wasn't even a picker.
DT: And these hard stomps won't make it any better.
MN: First Stoltz, now Watson in trouble.
DT: Walker sets for the suplex, but Watson counters and nails walker with a brain buster! Quick cover, 1, and Walker is up at two.
MN: Good move to try for an early pin while he was stunned.
DT: Watson turns his bag to tag out, and gets rolled up by Walker, but Watson rolls that over, and Walker has to kick out again. Both men get to their feet and Watson tries to keep the advantage with a big haymaker, but Walker ducks and then nails a drop kick to the knee of Watson, and then makes the tag.
MN: Again keeping the fresh man in, and Young applying the ankle lock to keep Watson grounded, and wear down that knee that just got nailed with the dropkick.
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